The War Mask
(The masque of war)
Toil and torment,
Songs of war ferment,
sadness for all.
Too terible to contemplate,
endless journey's war.
Alas, too much grief to bear,
How shall the song end?
Seattle's words lost
an endless ocean of TV.
Ponder the future
-- or else past's errs repeat.
Long the journey into darkness,
Easy the way of hatred and war.
And what of a man who was far from tidy?
Has his message been over-written too?
The prophet, the saviour, the moses --
convenient confetti for a war's parade.
begin the reverberate-ing drrums of war.
The call goes out for blood ---
blood to help the surviors.
And then blood calls out for more ---
this to run red on Earth's
Until there is no
Is this to be our fate?
My words are sure to offend,
(for surely, Shirley),
I feel and am cut and die.
For from the pen in my hand flows
the collective un-consicous
that sinks back into a comfortable
chair and watches TV's
-- as little sparkler lights
reveal our technical victory....
The next generation bides its time.
And again, the drums will sound
their way -- demanding more blood,
newer sacrifice to the
god of war.
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